David Kowalczyk Poems
- April Fools Spring. A great yellow stain. Forsythias burst ...
- The Specific Gravity Of Words Invisible, they waft ...
- Measured Lives The green time of the green world
- Goddess Of Yodeling Mermaids A...
- Beasts In Shades Of Gray As a boy growing up on a poultry ...
- Goddess Of Floods, Tornados, A...
- As If I Am Your Dream Here, in the warm white fog, our ...
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Batavia, New York. He has taught English in Changwon, South Korea, and Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, as well as at several colleges in the United States, including Arizona State. His work has appeared in five anthologies and over fifty magazines, including California Quarterly, Bogg, Maryland Review, and St. Ann's Review. He was founding editor of Gentle ... more »
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Spring. A great yellow stain.
Forsythias burst and daffodils explode.
Swallows hurry back from Mexico
and are bitten by
the laughing snows of April.
Spring, the smile
of a ninety-year old man
who can't hear a thing you say
yet keeps talking to you nonetheless.
Spring and dreams
have that in common.